So everyone is unhappy
Maybe that is how things
Should be
No one is happy the crisis
Is here we cannot go anywhere
Stuck to one another
We have to keep on moving
Until we break down in pieces
The Dark Corner
In the middle of life
You might find yourself
In a dark corner
Looking at the success of others
The beautiful life of your former friends
That now avoids you like the plague
Because you are in… that dark corner
Where they don’t want to be
Where you don’t want to be
If that is the case
My only advice is to
Find something else of value
Something that give the power
To live and thrive or
At least get by
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Growing Up
Chaos and semi total attention
Never peace just a lot of desires
Demands, crying and screaming
That is what is like to grow up
When we teach them that
Behavior
Reflecting the parents narcissistic nature
Creating that beautiful wheel of Karma
Spinning round and round
In eternity until the almighty had
Enough and destroys it all
Eventually
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Inner Turmoil
A terrible place to be in
Suffering all the time
The much needed distance
Is now gone
An opened wound
A mindful being
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Battered Land
The crisis came early
In the afternoon
Left alone to myself
I went around and around
Again and again in pain
Repeating an eternal pattern
Until late at night
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Slow Moving Disaster
After a big shock
(It is a never ending sequence)
Here we are
Again and again
Trapped in the turmoil
Conflict of course
Going on again and again
If there only was shadow
And a little bit of water
Some flowers
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Again, Again and Again
So we are starting
All over again
Creating a new crisis
Every time
Is the same story
A tired worn out
History for us all
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Dynamics
Some changes comes slowly
Surprisingly discreet
Crisis appears after that
Life is not so obvious
Underneath it deep
Movements takes place
We are just on the surface
Floating on the waves
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Crisis
Here I am lost
The crisis is here
Trying to mitigate the anxiety
The realization that I will
Be on the street
Soon
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The Road
Morning is always difficult
It is like being in a continuous state of war
Few positive rewards
Just a long walk
Never being able to relax
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